Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.